Su Changfeng let go of Wu Xueqing and said to the hotel manager, "If I were to stoop to your level, you'd already be dead by now. Get lost."
Su Changfeng's words felt like a weight off the hotel manager's heart. Even if his boss found out about this and he lost his job, it was better than losing his life.
"What should we do about those people upstairs next?" Zhu Lie asked Su Changfeng.
"You won't need to bother. Each of them should lose an arm, that's enough," Su Changfeng said coolly.
These words made the hotel manager's scalp tingle. To break everyone's arms—how cruel. It seemed like he'd only been kicked, after all, he really had shown mercy.
"Go home and rest with your colleagues," Su Changfeng turned around and said to Wu Xueqing.
Wu Xueqing felt a bit unwilling; she had finally met a man she liked, and she didn't want to give up just like that. Moreover, she didn't believe that Su Changfeng was truly married.
